A Simple Thing: A Young Warriors Tale

Wake up! The warrior was beating on the door of the shack. Cameron was jolted from his sleep and sat up in the bed. Meara seemed not to stir from the loud beats on the door. "Ok!" He shouted back shaking the sleep from himself, rubbing his eyes, and yawning broadly.

For the god's sake it is already light out." He rapped on the door again.

Cameron shook his head and rolled out of bed and opened the door saw the warrior was dressed for war. "Get dressed and get out here, your training begins today. Hurry up, I will not wait long." He turned and walked away.

Fast as he could, he was dressed and stepped out the door, the sun just peaking over the horizon. Cameron yawned again and then felt a deep pain in his stomach and fell over to the ground in a ball; the Swordmaster struck Cameron in the mid-section with the dull blade of the wooden sword.

"Always be on guard young man, the monsters care not to wait for you to wake up and get dressed." He let out a deep throaty laugh and stepped back in his stance.

While Cameron start to gather himself up the old warrior yelled again. "And don't be chewing off my ear with questions a sword can't answer. He threw two wooden swords at his feet, the exact length, and weight of a real short sword. "Now, show me what you know!" He growled and took to his stance again, his dark eyes leveled on Cameron.

Cameron bent down taking the wooden swords in his hand, eyeing his instructor mocked his stance. The hawked nose crusader took two quick steps forwards and slashed at the bold man's stomach with the right blade then with a downwards stroke the slash at his masters chest. The Master blocked the first blow and simple stepped to the side on the second strike and kicked Cameron right in the gut. Cameron doub...

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...Swordmaster and the battle on again. In the high sun the steel flashed about, the clanging of steel rang out, and white-blue fire spread across the battleground. For some twenty years, Cameron trained, fought, and prayed for this day. Today and many days this month, he beat the Knight of Vandorous and stood the victor in most of the battles.

The Knight lie on his back and give the sign if surrender, he lifted his hand up high as Cameron's steely blade rested on his neck. "At last, I have no more to teach you, you can now call yourself a Grandmaster swordsman." He said between pants. Cameron helped the Swordmaster to his feet and the duel spell shimmered away. He smiled leaning forwards to touch foreheads with Cameron. "Tonight we shall have a fine dinner and I will then pass my talisman to you, Great Master." He backed away and they both bowed deeply to one another.